Remember when,
My old best friend?
The times we had,
Remember them?
Light and pllayful,
And young and sweet,
The fruit of the tree,
We would always eat?
How quickly innocence,
Can disappear.
With just one peck.
One whisper in your ear.
Distance is a lucky thing,
It's closer to you,
Than I can now be.
I've come to realize,
That it isn't you,
The one that I love,
Is the one that I knew.
-Written by me.
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